Lusting You // ziam

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[ so you guys are probably waiting to kill me but I am sure you all are aware of this thing called- writer's block. And I am having a horrible one right now so yeah. And 5k votes, thank you guys :) ]

*Liam's POV*

There was a soft knock at the door, before the piecrcing noise of the bell broke through the silence, that seemed to have no affect on Zayn what so ever. I frowned at that- he was acting weird,distant - very distant. It was like he wasn't even here, next to me. We both had a lot on our minds right now but Zayn seemed to be taking the worse lot of it all. 

"Zay-" 

"Didn't the bell ring? Can you get it, babe?" He hadn't been getting any sleep, what with those dark shadows under his eyes and the tint of red that visible in his eyes. I wanted him to talk to me but I couldn't get him to speak anything. 

Zayn bit the inside of his lip before tilting his head so that he was looking directly at me. There was another knock at the door, this time more urgent but when I went to get up but Zayn's hand curled around my wrist stopping me. 

"You alright yeah?" He asked, giving me a small smile. I sighed out in relief, finally seeing that little of Zayn finally surface and not that overly bright fake smile. 

"Fine. Love you though" I mumbled. Zayn chuckled before he let go off me so that I could go and open the door. I hoped whoever was standing at the door wasn't long gone. 

It was Mr.Tomlin- Louis. 

"Could you have opened the door any faster?" He grumbled as he stepped in shrugging off his coat. 

"Sorry"

"It's fine but is Zayn alright. I don't know, he's been a bit off lately" Louis commented as he nodded towards the living room where the sound of the television was screechy and harsh. I bit the inside of my lip and found Louis' glaze. 

"It's about that letter" I answered with a small sigh. 

"Figured. Well...don't worry. Zayn always get like this, he will be back to himself in no time" Louis replied. It should've been weird, standing there talking to my drama teacher about my freaking boyfriend, who was his best friend and not to mention- a freaking teacher as well. But Louis had this thing about him- he was a dead easy person to talk to. 

"Guys! Are you just going to stand there and talk about me?" Zayn yelled from the living room, his head peeking out just barely enough for us to see the annoyed look on his face. 

I let Louis take off his shoes and walked back into the living room, instantly getting greeted by Zayn frowning. 

"What was that about?" He asked

"Nothing"

I took hold of his t-shirt, curling my hand around it firmly before I pulled him close to me, biting the inside of my lip as Zayn's lips brushed against mine leaving the air around me warm yet tender. He placed his hand behind my shoulder against the back of the couch, laughing out a breathy chuckle before he pushed his lips against my in swift of a motion almost taking me by surprise. 

My hands went around the nape of his neck holding him in place, while his spare hand paused on my thigh gripping it tightly. Certainly both of us forgot that we weren't alone but I was too involved in the kiss to pull away and remind Zayn that his best friend was just ten metres away. 

Zayn tilted his head, giving me a furious peck, tongue over the damp skin of my bottom lips before he pulled back; his breath blending in with mine. 

Faint footsteps become louder and then there was a small pause; I turned my head to find Louis standing at the doorway, giving us both the angriest glare of all time. 

"Oh, god, Gross, please don't tell me you guys had a snog while I was in the room next door" He moaned as he stormed in and sat down on the couch opposite us. 

"Hey mate" Zayn greeted, smirking. 

He pulled away, shifting so that he was sitting beside me again; he slid his hand down my shoulder to my hand to lace his fingers through mine. 

"Oh, shut up" Louis groaned and he grabbed the remote from Zayn. 

Louis being here, certainly lifted up Zayn's mood. I just hoped it stayed like that for awhile. I wasn't used to Zayn being distant from everyone else- especially from me. It scared me if anything. What if he ended up breaking up with me again?

I didn't want that. 

So, I just had to make sure that Zayn knew; knew that I was here for him. 

"So why are you here? Shouldn't you be busy getting fucked by that Styles kid?" Zayn asked, as he shuffled closer to me, digging his head in the crook of my neck. I could feel the temperature of my skin rising at the mention of Harry. 

Really- it wasn't everyday you heard people talk about fucking your best mate.

Louis glared at him before he turned to face me as if his next words were only for me to hear. 

"He's avoiding mel; not picking up my calling and running away every time I try to talk to him" Louis hissed. He anger was definitely not aimed at Harry but perhaps, himself. I frowned- I had been too caught up in my own shit  to worry about what was going on in Harry's life. 

"Since when?" I asked. 

"Couple of a days. I just don't know what I did"

Well, I will have just have to talk to Harry. 

[ so yeah... hope that was okay. Tried my best with the writer's block I have going on. Bit of Larry there. So yeah, sorry for any errors or typos. It's not edited. ]

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